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“Mel Bel!” Rosemary’s voice left from her tongue at a volume too loud for the early morning Pitt meeting.
Melissa’s head whipped around, a soft rosy hue dusting her cheeks. “Rabbit?” She asked. She cleared her throat, stepping out of the circle. “Rosie, what are you doing here?"
"You forgot your lunch."
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"Excuse me?" Rosemary asked, jogging to the end of the hall where a doctor was sneaking out of a back door. The man turned around; a tag on his military grade backpack read 'Abbot.' "I um, well.."
"Got yourself turned around, sweetheart?" He asked.
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18 Mar 2026
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"A big name observing me? Jesus." Jack’s tone could not be drier if he tried. "And for how long am I supposed to be this mystery woman's personal medical tutor?"
"Until she's satisfied with her knowledge for her role, they said," Gloria replied, wincing slightly in anticipation of Jack’s response.
Jack let out a humorless laugh. "So, four years plus residency, then? Fantastic." He gestured around the bustling ER. "Gloria, we're slammed every night. I don't have time to babysit a wannabe TV doctor. You know how this is going to go? She’s gonna come in here, faint at the first sight of blood, and then she’ll go and play a mediocre doctor who falls in love with their patient and have this forbidden romance because it’s a conflict of interest."
Gloria raised an eyebrow, “Sounds like a very specific plot point. Care to elaborate on which show you have in mind?”
“How about all of them.” Jack muttered darkly.
Or... Jack went to med school and didn't sign up to babysit some Hollywood starlet trying to play a doctor on TV.
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18 Mar 2026
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It’s been years since I walked into The Pitt as an Intern and yet amongst the devastation of the shooting, my confidence in myself wavers. Then, Dr Abbott appears by my side.
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18 Mar 2026
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and what a simple thought (you're starving 'til you're not) by novellysarahwrites
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
11 Mar 2026
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Samira calls Jack on the nights she can’t sleep. He’s awake— he’s always awake. Answering on the second ring, "Hey there, Dr. Mohan," a rumble of gravel, so warm that she can feel his smile leaking through the phone.
or, the one where Samira falls slowly.
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16 Mar 2026
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“You know, Robby and I once spent one very ill advised afternoon trying to nap off a hangover in that very parking lot.” Samira doesn’t even deign to acknowledge that little nugget of information with a reply; she doesn’t want to know. Her face must communicate that sentiment very clearly because Abbot continues, “But let’s see…” he trails off, looking off into the middle distance like he can see both his schedule and her desperation. “Wednesday afternoon, Wednesday afternoon…Wednesday afternoon! My schedule seems to be wide open, and I haven’t actually been within two feet – or one for that matter – of a moped since Afghanistan, but I’m pretty sure one could fit in my truck bed. Whaddya say, Mohan?”
Oh, sick. Thank fuck, that moped is fucking hers. Except– “What do I say to what?” she replies coyly. Sometimes you need to make a man work for it.
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Samira Mohan comes into possession of a moped. Jack Abbot comes into possession of Samira Mohan – or at least a few hours of her time. These two things might be connected.Bookmarked by mrsjbuck
15 Mar 2026